<Snipped quote by Etcetera>
*They tear at my shirt, but not at my skin*
You’re so broken that you’ll never have what you need. I would love to see that no longer be the case, though. Misty, you lack true… Conviction.
*The tangible pressure around me manifests visibly now, as it does for you even without a current physical form. It shifts from absolutely transparent to a crimson red aura for me, and for you, it radiates multicolored shades of lighter yet dull blues and greens*
*Fully forms in front of you with a near-insulted expression and punches at your stomach, which initially stops at the border of your aura as if at a solid object, but with additional effort pulls away from the skin and flesh, leaving solid bone that connects with you*